A/N~ Um, Hi |D I apologize for the lateness of this update, but life decided to be better for once.
My girlfriend is in town now, and I'm happy for the first time in quite a while. I spend my time with her, and, as a result, I have less time for fanfiction-dot-net, so... uh...
Anyway, if you want to continue reading the story, you may want to get on AO3 because I'm on there more than on here. In fact, they got this update on May 22nd, whereas at the time of my posting this on fanfiction, it was July 3rd.
If it makes any of you fanfiction readers feel better, they haven't gotten any updates since then, but it really shouldn't because you shouldn't wish a hiatus on people. That's mean.
So, without further delay, watch Roy be a whore.
(#TW: Prostitution, Adult Themes, Roy's thought process)
[Tuesday, March 22nd, 2011]
[4:16 pm, Eastern Time]
~ (Harper) ~
Crusher Crock is a tall man, with broad shoulders and blond hair. He's brown eyed and muscular. He's stronger than me, and, if I tried to fight back, I would lose…
…in other words, he's just my type.
He smirks, looking me up and down, appraising me. I shift my position slightly, watching him undress me with those brown eyes. He pauses in his appraisal and my eyes are drawn to his. There's a question, there.
'How much?'
I smile, letting my voice slip into the usual coy timbre expected of me. "Ten per session, for a friend of Mr. Luthor."
"Cute, Ginger. Dropping the price by five, just for me," he leers at me, licking his lips. "So, where are we going to do this…?"
"I think I can find us a place," I murmur, my voice quiet.
"Lead the way, slut."
[4:39 pm, Eastern Time]
~ (Harper) ~
My hands were tied behind my back with a blindfold covering my eyes. I was pressed against the wall with a hand pushing on the small of my back. I feel rough fingers touching my skin.
"Are you sure you want it? Do you think you can take what I'm packing, you little ginger bitch?" the voice is low, his breath hot against my ear. My eyes are covered, so I can't see his face or my surroundings.
I bite my lip gently, shivering. "Of course, I can take it."
He laughs and I can almost imagine what his face looks like. I bet, right now, he's smirking to himself and looking me over. In fact, I don't even have to imagine it; I know him well enough that I can guess what he's thinking.
I feel his hands wandering my body, trailing the surface of my skin and tracing my scars. They're big broad hands and I can't help wondering what he does for a living… but I keep my wonderings to myself—it's not my place to ask.
He wasn't talkative, like Lex was, so I knew very little about him. I knew his name, what he looked like, and what turned him on. I was relatively content with how little I knew about him… All I knew was what I needed to, and that I didn't want to meet him when I wasn't walking the streets like a vagrant.
My body shivers as his fingers trail down my spine, raising goose bumps on my skin. It's a testament to how long I've been at this that I can think about anything other than what he's doing to me, and that's a bit discouraging.
His fingers have callouses, thick ones that suggest that he spent long years doing manual labor. He's strong with big rough hands and broad shoulders. Everything about him is big, including his ego.
Not that I blame him for his big ego.
~ (Harper) ~
There once was (as there had never been before), a Prince who married a girl and became the King. He conveniently forgot about the boy he adopted as his son while he was still the prince, so this boy felt unwanted.
This boy, now a prince (because his princely father had become the king), acted out to get his father's attention, but it didn't work, because the king was busy with his new queen and his kingdom. The prince tried harder and harder, until he fell into the darkness that he came from (because he had come from the darkest part of the kingdom, born as the secret son of a witch and a knight).
He let all manner of evil souls into the castle, he consorted with demons, he kept witches as his companions, and rumor has it that he even sold his soul to the devil, but still all he truly wanted was his foster father's attention.
He got in over his head and was lost, and no one mourned when he died.
Everyone else lived happily ever after.
[6:17 pm, Eastern Time]
~ (Harper) ~
He cuts the binds around my wrists and I reach up to take off the blindfold. When the blindfold is off, I stare at his back as he leaves. I feel completely wrecked. He's rough, and it hurts.
(I love it.)
He smirks when he looks back and sees me staring. "I'll have to come back and wreck you cross-eyed some other time. Maybe I'll fuck that pretty mouth of yours, ginger."
I shiver a bit and he laughs.
"Seems like a good idea."
I'm almost tempted to just tell him to leave…
…y'know what, I think I will.
"Session's over, Crusher. I'll see you next time you have money to blow."
He scowls and leaves. I get up and set about cleaning the house, lest Ollie figure out that I had someone over while he was out with Dinah. It's tedious, but it keeps me from passing out.
[6:48 pm, Eastern Time]
~ (Harper) ~
Life sucks, but you have to put up with it unless you can somehow arrange to die accidentally, you get murdered, you /hire/ someone to murder you, or you kill yourself. There's no way to make your own life better without the help of others and, if you have no one to help you, the only options are to live on in a world that sucks or to arrange to die or have yourself killed.
The silent apartment is suddenly filled with music, startling me out of my thoughts. It takes me a few seconds to find my cellphone, but I manage to find it before it stops ringing.
"H'llo…" I can't keep myself from stumbling over the words, so I don't even entertain the notion that whoever's on the other end thinks I'm okay.
"Hey, Roy," the voice is smooth, lower than Ollie's but not deep enough to be Bruce. That leaves me with two options (but really only one, since Uncle Jim sends letters before he calls).
"Hi, Hal," I try to make my voice bored, but it doesn't work. I've been alone too long for my voice to sound nearly convincing to anything more intelligent than a box of thumbtacks.
I could hear Ollie's voice in the background on Hal's end, so I knew that Hal was either at Ollie's office or having coffee with Ollie and Dinah, as he was known to do. I can almost hear the smile in his voice when he speaks again. "How've you been, Speedy?"
I scowl at the childish nickname. "Don't call me that."
Hal laughs a bit. "Okay, Roy, I won't call you that anymore," a short pause. "But, seriously, kid, how've you been?"
I hesitate, almost wanting to come clean and tell him everything, but I don't. Instead, I lie. Lying is almost second nature to me now—it doesn't even take me two seconds to come up with a convincing lie and I don't trip or stumble while delivering it. "I'm dating a girl named Heather now."
"What happened to Ophelia?" he asked, his voice almost concerned, almost curious.
I exhale a bit. "Ophelia is old news, as is Victoria." I fake a sigh. "She decided I was boring and then moved on, same with Victoria."
"Well, there are other fish in the sea; you'll find the one that's right for you," he said reassuringly.
I sighed again.
"That sigh sounded really bored. I'm taking you out for some coffee, so be ready when I go over to get you," his voice was firm, like he wouldn't allow for any disagreement.
"I have a date. I won't be home." This was an untruth, but I didn't feel bad for telling it. It wasn't quite a lie… I did have a date with 'Heather', and I wouldn't be aware enough to answer the door, but I would be home, even if I would be mentally absent.
"Roy…"
I groaned a bit, "Hal, I have a life outside of Ollie's shadow, just so you know. I'm not chasing dreams or dragons; I'm just making my own way, okay?" This was also an untruth, again not quite a lie. Physically, I wasn't chasing a dragon, but psychologically, I was. I was chasing that first high, a dragon that I would never catch up to.
"I'll see you later, then, I guess."
The line went dead.
~ (Harper) ~
Showers are heaven. Perfect.
Immediately after a phone call in which I had to lie to one of my dad's best friends, I went to go take a shower, because I still had to hide the fact that I wasn't the perfect little boy that I'd been when Ollie had first adopted me. The heat eased the pain from my spine, but I could still feel it in the muscles of my arms. It was still there, even if I couldn't feel it at the moment.
My body needed more, but my mind, the only part of me still anything close to sane refused to let me enjoy getting more. At this point, it wasn't about feeling good. It was about getting rid of the lingering pain in my limbs and spine.
I was falling. Drowning. I needed to get out.
(But I can't.)
The water's so hot; I can barely feel anything else. I want to just relax, but I can't.
The sad thing is that the reason that I can't just relax is Ollie. I want to, but my body is so used to being stressed out and having to watch Ollie every second of every day that I just can't calm down. I wonder briefly if Dick ever has this sort of problem, but then I remember that Bruce's supposed idiocy is just an act, like Luthor's supposed kindness.
I feel completely isolated. Ollie was the one that I used to talk to, then Dinah, after Ollie lost his way. Shortly afterwards, Ollie found his way again, and Dinah along with it, and then I had no one. I lost my mother, then my father, then the person who took care of me. Then Ollie took me in, then I lost him to his work, then I found Dinah, then he came back for a while but fell for Dinah, and then both of them left. Everything turns to dust in my hands.
Everything ends.
A/N~ Okay, out of our thirteen teachers, we have three fewer to guess; we're down to two mothers of heros, one teacher from young justice canon, three x-men, and four personified nations.
1. English 404/205 - Xavier, C. (Charles Xavier)
2. English 205/Drama - Kirkland, A.
3. Physical Education - Wang, Y.
4. Physical Education - Barton, C. (Clint Barton)
5. Physical Education - Lehnsherr, E.
6. Zoology - Logan, M.
7. Chemistry - McCoy, H. (Hank McCoy)
8. Trigonometry/Plane Geometry - Drake, R.
9. Arabic I - Adnan, S.
10. Vietnamese IV - Nguyen, P.
11. German II - Wagner, K.
12. Economics - Zwingli, B.
13. Social Studies - Carr, L.